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(ahhhh) Manila rain falling on the hot concrete I still feel the rhythm
of the jeepney street Tropical breeze whispering through the palm trees Now
I'm far away feeling frozen in the breeze
I close my eyes and I see the sunset gold
Stories of the islands that my mother told
(ooh, yeah) Take me back to the shores of my home Where
the blue waves crash and the spirits roam My beautiful islands,
across the wide sea
Philippines, you're always a part of me
Missing the warmth, the smiles,
the grace Every single corner of that sacred space From the mountains
high to the white sand shore My heart keeps beating for it
more and more
Islands of beauty, islands of grace
I will return to my favorite place (ahhhh)
Philippines, my home... (yeah)